A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.
--George Bernard Shaw

 


 

***The scene is set upon an ocean so it seems.  No buildings, cars, streets, or even land for that matter.  Just water, nothing more.  The scene starts to move up and down like if it was being rocked in some manner.  The scene moves back to reveal that there is a boat stopped dead in the water.  Along side of the boat we see fishing wire hanging down.  This tells us that at someone on the boat is fishing.  The scene moves to the back end of the boat.  Once there we see a man standing on the edge looking into the ocean.  The waves slowly rock the boat back and forth yet the man doesn’t move from the spot.  The man is dressed in a white T-shirt with blue shorts.  On his face he has a pair of dark sunglasses, which covers his eyes as well as some other features on his face.  Suddenly the gentleman removes his glasses to reveal himself as none other than the Goddamn Fucking Franchise, David Dunn.  David closes his eyes for a second or two.  He then opens his eyes.  David looks very tired for some reason or another.***

 

DUNN:  I use to love fishing. Going out in the middle of nowhere trying to catch the biggest fish you could.  It was something that relaxed me.  Doesn’t seem to work much any more though.  If any thing it gives me time to think about my life…and…in turn it kept me tense.  I think it was last Monday…when everything happened with Jeannette.  I guess that’s stopped me from being able to relax.  Fishing didn’t seem like something to do.  It use to work though.  I would just come out on my boat, open a beer, throw my bait into the water, and just relax.  I lived and breathed because of Jeannette.

 

***David walks away from the back edge of the boat.  He walks to the front and looks down at the fishing wire.  He nods, grabs one of the poles and brings up on of the wires.  David ties up the fishing rod.  He then places on the boat’s deck.***

 

DUNN:  I thought coming out here today would help me relax.

 

***David sits down next to the fishing pole.***

 

DUNN:  I was wrong yet again.

 

***David gets off the deck and walks over towards a blue and white cooler.  He opens the lid, pulls out a beer, then he opens the sum bitch up.***

 

DUNN:  Weird shit.

 

***David takes a drink out of his beer.***

 

DUNN: 

 

***David takes another sip of his beer.  David lowers his head slightly.  It’s like if he started to think about something and couldn’t get it out of his head.***

 

DUNN:  …you know…I don’t like to sound like a broken record…but…I really do miss Jeannette.  I don’t know any more.  I’ll go home, put on some Disturbed on my stereo, sit back and drink a beer.  Yet I’m not thinking about how nice it is to be home.  Or how great the beer tastes…all I’m thinking about is Jeannette.

 

***David chugs the rest of his beer until it’s gone.  He then crushes the can with his right hand.***

 

DUNN:  But she’s gone…and…I have to deal with that.

 

***David walks over to the other fishing pole.  He reels the line back inside the boat.  He then ties up the rod and sets it next to the other fishing pole.***

 

DUNN:  I just have to move on to my job…put my mind into it.

 

***David walks up to the boat controls.  He turns on the engine.  He’s about to hit the throttle when he stops.  He looks at the back of his boat out into the ocean.  A small smile forms on David’s face for a second.  It disappears just as quickly as it was shown.***

 

DUNN:  Just keep working until the day that the pain will finally go away.

 

***David hits the throttle and the boat starts to move back to shore.  The scene stay’s at the spot though.  It watches the boat move closer to the shore until…the scene fades away.***

 

***FLASH***

 

***The scene reopens later that day at David’s home.  David is sitting inside his house in the living room watching TV.  He’s flipping the channels trying to find someone one.  He turns to comedy central where there playing some new comedy show…***

 

NARRATOR: Today on the Chuck Heston mini-disaster Movie. It began as just another day at office until suddenly....

 

HESTON: DAMN! I grew a third leg...

 

WOMAN: Well actually Chuck that's your...you know.

 

HESTON: Silence! I must some how put on a sock so my foot won't get cold. Quickly grab my leg and try to put on this sock!

 

WOMAN: I really don't think this is a good id...

 

HESTON: Silence you blond butt sniffer! I like Hanson. Don't make me go Mmmm...bop on your ass!

 

WOMAN: Yes sir.

 

***David flips the channel…then he just turns it completely off.***

 

DUNN:  Goddamn.  The shit there showing these days.  I remember back when Eddie Murphy was on Saturday Night Live.  Those were good comedy shows.  I guess now a days everything is faded down to the stupidest shit imaginable.  Just look at the Movies for another example.  They keep remaking these classic films into this big budget crap that destroys what the old movies meant.  Gone in Sixty Seconds, Ocean’s Eleven, just to name a few.  Those movies were classics…they remade them…crap.  Wish people would just leave things alone.

 

Look at the wrestling business.  I remember such wrestlers like Majix, Nate Crow, Tombstone, Sean Conway, Wone, Astrozombie, and even the late great TooSexy.  We skip forward a few years…Kyle Broadway, Strick Carrington, Chris Carrington, A2, Stone, Hawk, a bunch of jackasses that will never live up to the old style wrestlers.  In fact I can only really think of maybe three wrestlers that where around when such wrestlers as Wone and Crow were around…Brody…Till…and myself.  I guess that just goes to show you that legends never die…they just get carbon copied into newer versions.. 

 

Ain’t that right Stone.  A rookie running around saying he’s the best…saying he’s over looked…bitching, crying, enough already man.  I’m sick of hearing it already.  I’ve heard this shit my entire fucking career.  Only back then the people that I was facing fucking meant everything they said, they could also back there shit up.  You think just because you beat some jag off named Wilson that you can stand up against legends like Till and myself?  I think not.  I even think you’re a little afraid…I would be too…here I am…someone who lost someone…I haven’t gotten over it…each day the rage and the pain grows…just waiting…just waiting for that perfect moment to release it.  If I were in your shoes I would be afraid…I would be walking on eggshells at Adrenaline.  If I get tagged in…oh boy it’s not going to be pretty…all the shit that happened to me over the past week is just going to come out and unload on your ass…well…maybe not all of it…

 

You see I am going to save a little piece of it for you Strick.  I haven’t forgotten about you.  Not by a long shot.  Brody can get his shot at you if he wants…I’m fine with that.  I just want you too understand that I’ve begged for a shot at you.  I’ve begged Carey for just one shot to hurt you…one shot to unleash all the shit that I’ve been put through by you and my personal life.  Last week I could have killed you…I wanted to…I almost did…but I couldn’t bring myself to it just then.  I wanted to wait for that right moment…that moment when Carey signed you to face me with your little world title on the line.  Laughing?  The way I see it I’ve earned my shot at the world title and you.  I beat your little brother…I then beat your ass remember.  One two three…I beat you Strick.  I’ve earned the right…I want the damn shot.  I don’t care when…no…I do care.  I want it at the Pay Per View.  I don’t care if Hen and a gimp are in it too…all I want is a chance to get my hands around your throat…and squeeze until you stop breathing…that would be something that would make up for a lots of shit you’ve put me through.   

 

Plus the look on your lifeless face when you see me raise the world title over my head…and know…and know that you were beaten not once…but twice by a man you could never…ever defeat.

 

That is…truly…totally…enough said.

 

***The scene fades to black.***